Page 8 of A Reason to Try

“Nope. No, thank you,” she said.

Rain started to fall, and I rolled my eyes to the heavens.

Her sweater was white.

Why God? Why must you test my strength this way?

Her big brown eyes widened as she continued to search her bag and pockets. The rain fell harder. It was almost blinding now, and the guys were grabbing their rucksacks and running to their cabin assignments. I didn’t have to worry about them.

But her? I was worried, alright. Her car was smaller than one of those golf carts, and the road into this camp had been muddy when we got here and that was before this rain.

“Carolina, come inside,” I yelled over the boom of more thunder.

“What are you still doing here? Go away,” she mumbled.

I had two seconds of staring at her tight little buds peeking through her now see-through top before she realized two things at the same time.

First, that I was standing there, gaping at her glorious breasts, and second, she must have left her keys inside the car.

“No, no, no,” she growled and dropped her bag, typing rapidly on her phone.

Shit.

I felt like a huge asshole. I did all this. I fucked up this woman’s day by acting like a giant tool.

“Hey, Coach! That’s your cabin there. Me and the lads are off!” Koa yelled over the storm.

“That’s it, you are coming inside. We’ll get dry and figure this out,” I told her.

“What? I am not going with you!” she shouted as a bolt of lightning lit up the sky.

“Well, I’m not leaving you out here to drown,” I growled.

Then I did what I did best.

I used brute strength to get what I wanted. And that was her warm and dry, and tucked safely in my arms.

“Hold on,” I murmured, bending down and grabbing her behind the knees.

She yelped as I stood with her over my shoulder.

“Ah! Put me down! How dare you!”

“Oi! Stop wiggling or we’ll both fall in the mud,” I barked with a small slap against her sweet, curvy ass.

That got her attention.

She froze, but I kept that hand right on her plump posterior as I jogged up the stairs to my designated cabin.

“What’s the code?” I asked, taking a chance she’d know as I looked at the keyless entry.

“They’re all set to 1234 until you change them.”

“That’s good,” I said, punching in the numbers quick as, then I crossed the threshold with my precious cargo.

“Okay. We’re inside now,” she said.

“Yep. That we are.”

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